I have been home for a week since I completed Stage One. Sometimes I still don’t believe I actually did Stage One. Being back home in my normal day to day, I don’t even feel like I did anything. Over the past 6 years I’ve been in such a personal and “professional” rut, even after scooting 1,220 miles in 40 days, I’ve gotten stuck in my mind again.
I’ve questioned if the trip is worth it. Did I actually help anyone? Should I keep moving on with Stage Two? In the end, will anyone benefit from this trip? Am I just doing this as a glorified vacation?
I’ve had so much positive feedback, I know there is no need to question any of it. I have inspired some people. I have registered 9 donors. I’ve given hope to people I met who are on the transplant waiting list.
I want to share this because it is part of my journey. It’s impossible to be positive all of the time. Negativity creeps in. Doubt is a part of life. I’ve felt with both a lot. I’ve triumphed over both. Everyone can dig themselves out of the pit.
I’m just going to need a bit more than 1,220 miles to keep digging out. In the end, I know this trip will be a huge success. I will help a lot of people over the next months. The most important person I will help will be myself.